Drink up, young man. It’ll make the whole seduction part less repugnant.

I don’t need nice. I don’t need myself to be it, and I don’t need anybody else to be it at me.

Are we like those bored couples you feel sorry for in restaurants? Are we the dining dead? I can’t stand the idea of us being a couple people think that about.

I apply my personality in a paste.

Random thoughts for Valentine’s Day, 2004. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap.